A getaway. That’s what we’ve been craving during the coronavirus craziness – an opportunity to escape the confines of our houses and masks and the constant bad news online and on television. I booked us a cabin in a park full of socially distanced cabins. Trees, paths, wilderness, woods, some time in nature and away
Strange things start happening when your passport is basically useless. Check any travel map, and it appears that the world is blacked out if you hold an American visa. Stay out. Not welcome. Scram! Vacations are delayed or cancelled, working from home and living at work start to become the same thing. Memories of holidays
Where do travel writers go when travel is closed? Nowhere, really. It’s a strange time. A scary time, a sad and lonely time. The world is effectively closed and for someone who is used to treating every city they venture to as a second home, it’s only natural to feel a little lost. Just before
Los Angeles is one of my favorite places to go for a long weekend. Everything about a visit to L.A. sings the sweet song of vacation – the sunshine, the beach, the other tourists scrambling about taking pictures. It’s a strange place, but a beautiful one and the perfect place to make an escape. Growing
My partner and I recently visited Houston for the first time since we left Texas for Canada over two years ago. When we left, I was five months pregnant and we were riding in our car packed to the gills with a dog, two cats and a bunch of clothes, ceramic vases, crystal from our
People say, “it’s the little things.” And, it always is, isn’t it? The small, day-to-day trifles of life end up making the biggest difference in your happiness, your comfort, your feelings of “home.” The things that you barely think about, the situations and items, places and systems that hardly register as part of your life
There are some places that can’t be explored in a day, or a weekend, or even a week. In some places, you could spend your whole lifetime trekking the paths, finding new streets, entering museums and seeing the sights – and still, somehow, you wouldn’t have seen it all. Somehow – you’d still be left
“I don’t think this place is ever dry,” my husband says as our little car takes another curve on the winding, nausea-inducing Yorkshire roads. “But, that’s probably why everything is so green,” he continues, taking yet another curve a little too fast for my stomach. And he’s right – it’s uncommonly green for late autumn.
If you had the great fortune to grow up in Michigan, it is not unusual to take Mackinac Island for granted. For many families, the Island simply exists, “up north” as Michiganders are wont to say, (even if they are actually traveling east, west, or heck – south.) Even if your family didn’t frequently visit
One truth I have learned through traveling is that a tourist’s impressions of a place are largely colored by the tourist, himself or herself. The same exact city through two different pairs of eyes can look unbelievably dissimilar. Recently, we traveled to Italy and though most of our stay was to be spent luxuriating on
For my husband and me, Italy’s Amalfi Coast is our special place. We honeymooned there. And we have returned every other year since that honeymoon to recapture some of that early-days romance, some of that excitement of our younger selves, and to bask in the golden rays of the sun-soaked Coast. But this year, we
